Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
It has been a breathing in the change and the changes. But come to a point when it is no longer a breathing in but a breathing out the dusk and the dirt. Di pohon Segala Pertolongan, Perlindungan dari Allah. Allahuakbar.